It was a cloudy windy Friday when I took this buck. My father and I were heading
out to our stands for one last shot at a monster buck we had our eyes set on for
the year. We had decided however, that we would shoot whatever we saw with
antlers. This turned out to be a nice kill even though it wasn't the one we had
been tracking.

It seemed like every form of wildlife was active; birds were everywhere as well
as squirrels and other rodents. At about 8:25 it sounded as if I was stuck in a
New York traffic jam. All of a sudden the woods went dead silent. I started to listen more
intently and scanned the trails leading past my stand. A small doe
with a fawn were slowly walking down the trail closest to me. I heard a deep
grunt at this point and knew there had to be a buck nearby. The doe and fawn
sprinted under my stand immediately after the grunt. I still hadn't seen any
sign of a buck. I grunted once and waited. Watching the general vicinity of
where I had last seen the doe I saw a massive head and rack appear from around a
tree. It slowly walked down the trail and then turned to to follow the doe
offering me the perfect broadside shot. It was a thirty yard shot through brush
and cover, but I decided to take it. I hit him in the jugular vein and he
dropped where he stood. A very nice buck to finish the season.